His eyes filled with tears when he remembered the red brick house in Canal Street, with its white door and dormer windows, and its one cherry tree in the strip of garden behind.
But Dona Maria's national and religious principles, or rather prejudices, were very strong.

She regarded the college of San Juan de Lateran in Mexico as the fountainhead of knowledge.

Her confessor had told her so.

All the Yturbides and Landesas had graduated at San Juan.
But the resolute father would have none of San Juan.

"I know all about it, Maria," he said.